My husband appeared on the baby monitor every night at 2 a.m. carrying a mysterious paper bag—when I finally watched him open it, I gasped

morning because I was scared that if I went back to bed, I would lie there and count all the ways I might fail both of you.”

My eyes immediately filled with tears.

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“When you are older, I want you to know your mother was brave even when she thought she was broken. I want you to know she kept reaching for you, even on the days she couldn’t continue reading …